dimanche 4 mai 2014

Letters from the Northern Lands

I
am tired. I have not slept much last night, and I spent the day
waiting or in transportation. But even with the lack of sleep, I am
in high spirits. Drowsiness washes away all worries.

My
companion has left today, heading south, while I am on my way north
to face the wilderness once more. I shall go seek what I left behind
in the mountains and the forest. Although the thought of facing the
harshness of the wild on my own scared me at first, now I am
impatient to get out of civilization's reach once more. To be on my
own, master of my destiny and at the mercy of natures' whims. And to
make it through. Is that not why humans seek adventure and danger ?

I
take it also as a good omen that I saw an elk for the first time
today. Three, in fact, one after the other, grazing peacefully by the
roadside, gazing up just long enough for our eyes to meet as I sped
by.

A
wise swedish man I once met told me that elks are better people than
Nazis. I have pondered that statement for some time now, and found it
to be true. I shan't bore you with tedious statistics to prove my
point (although there are many that would), but here are some facts
that highlight this view :

Elks
have never committed genocides of any kind. They have never contested
freedom of thought or expression thereof. Never have they tortured
their fellows, or any other species. And have nazis ever fed people
with their flesh ? Probably. War is hell.

These
thoughts leave me confident that all will go well in the county of
the wise and peaceful elks. No harm shall com to me in their care.

Another
strange thing I realize is that I have also seen the first reindeer
on my travel on the roadside. Why, can't I help but wonder, do we go
trekking through the untamed nature, when obviously we could just as
well walk along the road ? Sophistry, I suppose.

Ah,
my Love, I am tired but alone, and I do not want to stop writing, for
it is the only means of communication I have left. Do pardon me if I
make no sense. But then again, did I make sense before ? Maybe.

Even
though it is midnight past, the sky is still bright. I have a hard
day waiting tomorrow, but I do not want to go to sleep yet. Why, I
wonder ? I do not feel as at ease alone in the city than alone in the
wild. I would rathe be where the elks roam than where the nazis do.
Goddamn nazis. I do not like them.

Goodnight,
my Love, and may the sleep that eludes me find you well and cozy in
your bed.